Words can pack a punch. Words can deliver a soft, sweet blow. Words can be a weapon or a gift. Sometimes we give someone words delivered from the heart…it can be difficult to put your heart & pride on the line with your words. I feel words delivered with emotion & then ignored hurt. That hurt can be absorbed & infect one with self-doubt. The card i photographed today, “Don’t worry about things that don’t worry about you” put my perspective back to where it was before I wrote someone of my hopes, only to be ignored completely. Sometimes I put too much faith in others, but I see life one way & forget that other people see life though a completely different lens.
These flowers are from my gardens. I cut them & tucked them into little places all over my house. I am very happy to have my friend, Stephanie, venture into the unknown of putting ourselves out there. She reminded me on Sunday, that there is no rush, no deadlines…trying a new adventure & waiting for success is like watching & waiting for my flowers to grow. She said it should be a project that brings us joy. Her words made me brave.
Words are powerful. Words can inspire, give strength, help us grow into the person we want to be. I’m old enough to know who I want to be. I should put my faith in myself & draw strength from those who support me & to hell with the rest.
As Mae West said, “you only have one life. But, if you do it right, once is enough.”
We are expecting some hard weather, in the Deep South, today. Gulf ball sized hail would tear this Poppy to ribbons. I thought it would be a bit gentler to SNIP the stem, then put FIRE under its tush & then PLUNGE it into cold water. It is on my kitchen table, dazzling–to make up for the sun’s absence today.
My children’s table for ages 4-9. I decorate with frogs, but no water in the finger bowls (they would become ponds for said frogs in which to swim). I put inexpensive wine glasses for their grape juice. A Seder can last hours. But not when you have young children.
The Passover Seder is a time of teaching. However, we all know that we should make the Seder something that young children look forward to…no memories of being scolded to sit still & listen over & over & over. It is a commandment to teach our children. We all know children learn better when they are engaged. When my children were young, the Seder plate explanation took about 5 to 10 minutes. I KNEW they would have a life time of the holiday, so I wasn’t going to shove the experience down their throats right from the get-go. As the years have gone by, each Passover has become a bit longer.
When they were little, the “cool” part of the story were the 10 plagues…for children, most giggle at the thought of having frogs everywhere. So I bought rubber & plastic frogs. I put them everywhere during the week. You know why? Because it was (is) FUN. When they were younger, I printed parts of the story from the internet for them to color. They could bring the story to life with art. They could color the parting of the Red Sea. They could color the “eeewww” gross bugs, boils & cattle. And they could color the water red…once a year.
The table is set with respect. The wish to be like a grown up with the fancy wine glasses, but also a table set to keep the children happy & engaged, which means they are learning. Which means I’m teaching. Which means I am following the Commandment.
“Thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children…”